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Jean stared at the boy looking at all of the other cadets, grinning. Yet another kid thinking they were ahead of the game, analyzing their classmates. [i]All of us are smart enough to do that.[/i] He whispered to him. "Jean Teim. You?" He turned back around, not waiting for a response. He leaned back in his chair casually, listening for a response or acknowledgement that he had heard him. He ran his hand through his hair, waiting.